#oswald the ashwinder scout

[ephemerasnape]

How would _________ react if, instead of fighting him, you (MC) lowered your wand, ran up to him and gave him a big hug?

"This guy looks huggable" 🤗🤗🤗

Victor Rookwood:

Fearing for the integrity of his attire, Victor pushes you away as he hisses "What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing, child?" through gritted teeth.

Ranrok:

Ranrok tries to run, having a deep-seated fear (with good reason) of physical contact with humans. His legs are so short that you get ahold of him easily, but you'll need to be prepared to wrangle the equivalent of three furious cats when you do.

H. Wm. Macnair (Poacher Stalker):

Macnair laughs maliciously, giving you a few condescending pats on the back.

"Mum always did say witches would find me irresistible," he gloats, his mask hiding a twisted grin.

Mortimus Ackerley (Poacher Executioner):

After recovering from his momentary shock, Mortimus takes the opportunity to slam you at full force into a wall, knocking you unconscious.

Oh, dear, we are in trouble.

Oswald Tarrington (Ashwinder Scout):

The young Ashwinder stiffens, possibly in more ways than one, as he is unaccustomed to physical affection, especially from a pretty witch.

"What are you doing!?" he stammers, his heart racing as he struggles to relax and appreciate the warmth of your soft body and the smell of your shampoo.

Theophilus Harlow:

Mouth agape, revealing yellowed and crooked teeth, his wide eyes immediately dart towards Rookwood.

"Uh, boss?"

Just a silly little collaborative exercise by the Rookwood Groupies in our discord, with contributions from @curodole

[silvyadrakkon]

Commission for @ephemerasnape of Oswald the Ahswinder Scout. Thanks for commissioning me!

This cute lil guy would prolly be friends with non-chicken Morgan lol.

Commission Post

[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

for the minor NPC submission - Oswald, without any doubt

(and thank you so much @ephemerasnape for giving us so much content about him 🩷)

Thank you. I love him!

[pierrot-dokki]

Mercy

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“Levioso!”

Diana’s voice was filled with pure rage when she directed the levitation charm at an Ashwinder foot soldier standing before her. It was a spur of the moment decision, dangerously unplanned and reckless.

It did not matter to Diana, though. She could deal with the consequences of her brash decision later like she always did. She watched with fury as the charm lifted the Ashwinder a few feet off the ground.

“Put me down, you foolish child!” screeched the man as he wobbled his limbs clumsily, absolutely mortified that a mere teen had caught him off his guard. Diana remained unperturbed by his request, however, as her blue eyes glared at him piercingly.

“I said, put me—“

“Glacius!”

A ray of magic hit the Ashwinder instantaneously, and a layer of thin ice encapsulated him, his angry demands reduced to frozen silence. Diana’s intense gaze never left the criminal when she closed the distance between them, and he could only stare back at her in terror.

He plead for mercy with his eyes, for a shred of forgiveness. He was only a foot soldier, after all, a dispensable member of Rookwood’s gang. But Diana was beyond granting him that now.

Her eyes remained fixated on the man, watching his pupils dart around in pure panic. Then, she uttered a spell that sent dread crawling down his spine.

“…descendo!”

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trying my hand at writing too. it’s not the best but it’s what i can come up with while juggling irl things 💖 it’s basically inspired by my attacking style in HL where i would just… levitate the enemies and freeze them, then wait and watch before slamming them to the ground with descendo. too brutal? 😅

[ephemerasnape]

Comic! Paying the Piper

So pleased to present the following illustrations for my fic Paying the Piper. Oswald and his dynamic with Elisabeth have been captured so well in this! The comic is SFW but the fic is not.

This comic does an amazing job oversimplifying the basic premise of the first couple chapters.

✸ Paying the Piper

Ashwinder Scout x OFC The newest shopkeeper in Hogsmeade is met with an unpleasant surprise when a handsome young Ashwinder shows up at her door demanding payment.

ETA: I've made a video of this comic!

[ephemerasnape]

Guyssss it's our Rookwood Gang blorbos!

Mortimus (Poacher Executioner), Macnair (Poacher Stalker), and Oswald 💜 (Ashwinder Scout) by the amazing @giselsann-opencommissions

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Hi, you’re awesome. Asking how would dark wizards react to birthdays (Rookwood’s birthday 😬) or times of celebration like Christmas/ Halloween please and thank you! 🎩🎁

Dark Wizards React - 5

How would _____ react to it being a special occasion like a birthday or holiday?

Poacher Executioner Mortimus Ackerley

"Awww, ye remembered me birfday!" Mortimus will crow, nearly smooshing the cake you've brought him between you as he pulls you into a tight bear hug.

You'd overheard the Executioner musing about his favorite type of cake - butterbeer cake with flobberworm gummies baked into it, encased in a thick layer of shrivelfig and coconut icing - a combination only an uncivilized brute like Mortimus could enjoy.

And yet, imagining the smile that graces his gruff features as he cuts into the cake and discovers it's exactly that warms your heart.

"Happy birthday, Morty."

Ashwinder Scout Oswald Tarrington

Christmas has always been a day - or, rather, a time of year - during which Oswald has felt as if he were on the outside looking in.

Having lost his mother at an early age and never known his father, the holidays had always been a bittersweet time for him, even when he'd been celebrating them with his grandparents. And they'd done their best, but little Oswald know something was missing - or someone.

Mummy. And daddy. Him too. Whoever he may be...

Every year through when he was ten or eleven, Oswald would write to Father Christmas to ask for his dad to come find him. Although his grandparents were very loving, they were quite poor, and he often went without. He imagined another life with his father - a better life with a man who hadn't known, hadn't realized he'd fathered a child, otherwise, he would never have left...

Now, still young, but aged beyond his years, Oswald has become accustomed to spending Christmas with the Ashwinders. He tries not to extort, rob, or threaten anyone on that particular day. Christmas spirit an' all.

If he's lucky, Oswald might get a few galleons, a pint at the Hog's Head, or a treat stolen from Honeyduke's. But it's alright, he doesn't do much for others either, although.. there is this one lady he's had his eye on, and he thinks about stopping by Gladrags to pick something up for her.

I've a five finger discount, after all.

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I might do more on this one later.

[ephemerasnape]

Ashwinder Scout x MC

Quick handjob in the grass.. 🥵🍆💦

Don't make me think of a more creative name, please. 🔞🔞🔞

Is it Oswald? Probably. Is it Elisabeth? Hmmm... it's Elisabeth as much as I'm Elisabeth and I'm also Ephemera and Ephemera is also Elisabeth and Elisabeth is also me... and it's a different universe that obviously doesn't affect Paying the Piper.

But in the end it's whoever you want. Let's just give that poor boy a hand...

[ephemerasnape]

Oswald learned his lesson - he felt extremely hungover the day following his night of heavy drinking but he had to work anyway. 😢

[ephemerasnape]

Fanart - Victor Rookwood and Oswald

Just wanted to be present these two amazing pieces done by the lovely @horizontaldancer!

I will use this one at some point for an audio I have planned.

Our boy Oswald.

We're very lucky to have so many talented artists interested in dark wizards!

[ephemerasnape]

Dark Wizard React Ask: I’ve always wondered what would happen if someone dressed as one of them with a mask on, shared a drink, made them laugh and then they caught on at the end it was the Hogwarts student all along

Dark Wizards React - 4

How would ____ react to having a drink with you?

Well, since I'm the one answering this - they all want to knock boots with you, right? With varying degrees of enmity. But let's see what else could happen.

Ashwinder Soldier Ernie Macnair

Ernie will typically take a drink with anyone and leave business at the door, but when he realizes he's been drinking with the Renegade Hogwarts Student, it's different.

You can sense something is not quite right when the boisterous man goes suddenly quiet, although he doesn't say anything to indicate he's realized who you are, you can tell by the change in his tone. You try to discretely excuse yourself, but as you approach the door, he surprises you by getting right in front of you, blocking your exit.

"'Scuse me," he chuckles, wand pointed squarely at your face, "but... ain't you's a bit young t' be drinkin' like that?"

Ashwinder Scout Oswald Tarrington

Oswald is too drunk to notice who you are, much less care. If he's noticed, he's too far gone to do anything about it one way or the other. Overall, he's more or less pleasant to talk to, and compliments you on your appearance. You end up half-carrying the boy back to his tent on the outskirts of Hogsmeade- feeling a bit sorry for him as you leave, noting the state of his accommodations.

"No wonder he drinks himself stupid."

Poacher Executioner Mortimus Ackerley

Mortimus has got you made from the moment you step into the pub, but the Executioner has a strict rule about not working off the clock - and especially not killing. "Takes a lot outta a wizard, it does - killing."

He favors a direct approach, immediately greeting you with: "Well if it ain't our favorite little capeflapper - the Hero of the Highlands!" He's up front about knowing who you are, but he informs you that he's off the clock, and promises not to hurt you "long as ye behave yerself, crupmite." He ends up asking you a lot of questions such as where you're from, how old you are, your blood status, and what motivates you to be such an annoying little busybody.

You're highly skeptical at first, as you can almost smell death radiating off the man, who looks a lot less menacing without his mask on, despite his tremendous size. Mortimus even buys you a pint in the end, and by the time you leave, he's got you half-convinced there's not much of a difference between your "rescuing" and breeding of beasts and his line of work.

Victor Rookwood

The wizard sitting next to you feels familiar but you can't quite place him at first. You don't recognize him without his signature hat, but a gentleman would never keep one on indoors, and Victor was raised better. So you don't realize the man sat next to you is Victor Rookwood until you're already a few drinks in and you hear him speak. Something just clicks. You can almost feel him looking at you from the corner of his eye, and his voice sends shivers down your spine (you can't tell whether they're good shivers or bad shivers, or both.)

You feel fear rising in you and your pulse quickens. You go to stand only to collapse to the floor, and you don't remember a thing after that for hours.

You see, it doesn't matter to him how charming or funny you are, or how good of company you've been - Rookwood has apparently slipped something into your drink, or had the barman do it for him, because you wake to find yourself stripped to your undergarments and chained to the wall in a cell, with a pounding headache.

Theophilus Harlow

Harlow is drunk when you arrive, talking and laughing loudly to a group of dark wizards and witches. You decide to stick around to see if you can overhear anything that might be useful in bringing down the Rookwood criminal enterprise. You sit with your back to the man, listening intently to every word as you sip on a butterbeer. Suddenly, you cry out as you're pulled off your chair and onto the man's lap without ceremony - a meaty hand preventing you from reaching for your wand.

"Aren't you just cute as a button," he growls, almost a purr in your ear. "Let Uncle Theo get you a drink, eh?" He summons the bartender. "Give this crupmite whatever s/he wants." Before you know it, the whole lot of dark wizards has caught on and surrounded you as you're held trembling on Harlow's lap. They openly discuss their plans for you right in the middle of the pub and force you to drink until you're pliant and manageable.

Poacher Stalker H. Wm. Macnair

When it comes to poachers, it's less about them recognizing you and more about you recognizing them without their poacher masks and garb on.

Macnair's had his eyes on you for a long time, so it takes him only a short while to see through your disguise, but when he does, he is not quick to show it.

Like his brother, Ernie, he doesn't confront you right away, but Willy does a better job hiding that he's caught on. He lets you take the lead in the conversation and does a fair job of pretending he is not himself a dark wizard. However, when you go to the loo, he forces his way in behind you, wand to your throat.

"Though' ye could get one over on me, did ya?"

You'll never forget what happens in the ensuing minutes as the dark wizard harangues you about all his friends that you've killed and all the galleons you've cost him while taking his anger out on your flesh. You're surprised that you're allowed to leave with your life, and later find you can attribute that to a ban on apparition in the pub - put into place after one too many witches walked out on Harlow.

[ephemerasnape]

Omfg this is so brilliant and it has an Ashwinder Scout in it... but it's definitely not my Oswald 😭

A story about my bully MC Abaddon who has a crush on a Ravenclaw💚💙

My Abaddon is 8% troll blood. Since he looks scary, he doesn't seem to have any friends.

Abaddon was born with brain damage and was unable to tell the difference between friendship, love and hate. Somehow Amit made him irritated.

Abaddon tried to take away his troubles by murdering Amit. He could kill him with his bare hands, but he just couldn't.

He doesn't care about anything, but when he makes Amit angry, it seems to frustrate him...🥹

(Please forgive him, he just doesn't know how to make friends)

Abaddon invites Duncan to pet his Puffskein.

[ephemerasnape]

Valentine's Day with the Rookwood Gang 💗

Full original art/contributions beneath the cut.

Ashwinder Duellist by @theepicmirroregg

Poacher Executioner Mortimus Ackerley by @azrielya

Oswald the Ashwinder Scout by @horizontaldancer0

Ashwinder Soldier by Ernie Macnair by @vforeversworldsworld

Ashwinder Executioner Angus McLaggen's letter by @sythine

Poacher Tracker Frederick Mills' valentine for Poppy by @everaftermagic - I had to edit it slightly since I told her the wrong name 🥹

My part (the bit with the Stalker inviting Animagus to the fair) is an abbreviated conversation that's in the voice files but isn't used in the game.

Thanks to everyone who participated!

[ephemerasnape]

Oswald's First Blowjob 🥰🔞

A little Saturday night smut for your enjoyment... and by request - Oswald's first blowjob more or less as depicted in Chapter Five of Paying the Piper (OK, I may have embellished a little.)

Ashwinder Scout Smut - EXPLICIT AUDIO 18+

Context: Elisabeth has just helped bring Oswald off with her hand.. but the young Ashwinder has more to give, and Elisabeth insists on taking it.

I hope you like an extremely vocal, inexperienced blowjob recipient. Merlin knows I do! 🥵🥵🥵

[ephemerasnape]

Best of Ashwinders & Poachers AI

I've been having a lot of fun with AI stuff, and while there have been horrors beyond your wildest imagination, a lot of really good images have come from it also. Here are some of my favorites!

Ignore the eye color.

Mortimus is a thoughtful guy.

Sleeping with his mask on.. That second could be straight out of my fic Paying the Piper.

AI had some ideas of what he'd look like without the mask.

Tempeste Thorne.. I wanted her to have one of those long cigarette holders that I'm sure weren't popular until the 20th century but no dice.

I love how it always want to put the same clothes on anyone else in the picture as are on the main guy.

The blood we deserved to see on Poacher Executioner. From Ranrok's hands, obviously.

To be or not to be..?

OK, now for some funny ones.

I wanted to get Oswald with a baby. The damn thing insisted on putting a mask on the baby every single time. Couldn't get it to change the hair either.

Mortimus and his pet walrus...

For some reason the AI gave him an emotional support lemon in bed. Sleep well, mister Mortimus.

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Poachers/Ashwinders reacting to female MC drunkenly confessing her guilt for killing them, not realizing shes talking to a poacher/ashwinder

Don't even know if your still doing this, but here's mine! You don't have to write what you think the reactions would be, but I would be very happy if you did!

Dark Wizards React - 7

How would ______ react if you/MC drunkenly confessed your guilt for killing their friends and colleagues?

This is a tough one. I think it really would depend on how far-removed each one was from the killings. But here goes!

Ashwinder Soldier Ernie Macnair

Oh, this is too perfect, the sharp-dressed wizard grins internally, pretending to be none-the-wiser as he listens to your woes - as you detail how you, a mere student, have killed hundreds (or thousands - you haven't been counting) in cold blood.

"Ah," he interjects occasionally. "Oh dear.." He clicks his tongue in disapproval, pretending as if he is not already fully-aware of your many crimes against the gang. "Hmm. I see." While internally furious, he's fortunately able to keep a cool head.

After you finish your story, the older man sits back and looks squarely at you in a way that makes you feel laid completely bare.

"If it makes ya feel any better, I doubt there's a wizard amongst the Ashwinders who 'asn't killed at least once.. Well, probably more like.. once a week," he chortles, slapping his knee. A tiny smile twitches across your lips.

You watch as he regains his composure and leans forward, speaking softly - genuinely.

"Listen, sweetheart. Ya told me all this fer a reason, dintcha. I can tell it's weighed heavy on ya, young one like you. Ya needed t' be real wiv someone. Well, Ernie's listened, and let me tell you what I fink."

He leans closer, whispering directly into your ear, "I fink yer jus' too far gone. Too good at what yer doin."

He turns his attention back to his butterbeer after that, waiting for your reaction. When he hears the choked sob, he grins into his mug as he concludes, "An' I fink you like it."

"So you think I'm a bad person?" you sniffle.

Ernie turns back towards you, an eyebrow raised. "Well yer not exactly a saint, are ya - runnin' around killin' people over a handful of galleons an' whatnot. No - yer a dark one for sure."

His answer causes you to start crying in earnest, giving him the opportunity to stroke your hair almost affectionately.

"Tell ya what," he starts, cocking his head towards the front door. "Meet me 'round back in ten minutes. I've got someone ye ought to meet. We can get this all sorted for you. How does that sound, crupmite?"

Ashwinder Scout Oswald Tarrington

The young Ashwinder issues an awkward, nervous trill. "That was you?" he asks, causing your eyes to immediately dart up towards his.

Had you been sober, you would have recognized his drowsy, dispirited look anywhere. You probably should run but, drunk as you are, you just stare as the realization dawns, your eyes widening exponentially.

On Oswald's part, his first instinct is to tell the others, but noting the tears welling in your red-tinged eyes, he thinks better of it, and places a hand comfortingly on your shoulder instead.

"Cheer up, love. We all make mistakes," he smiles softly, giving you a squeeze.

"Most Ashwinders would be rather proud of that record. But if it bothers you, the important thing is, uh..." he looks away as if thinking. "The important thing is not to let it drag you down, and to resolve to do better from here on out. Least, I hope that's how it works."

He pulls away and lifts his mug up towards you. "To new beginnings!" he grins, before muttering under his breath "for both of us."

Poacher Executioner Mortimus Ackerley

Mortimus doesn't go to the Hog's Head to talk business - an' yet, here I sit.

"This isn't the sort of fing ye oughtta be tellin' strangers a' the pub," he offers, pausing to take a deep swig of his firewhiskey, "least not less yer keen on goin' t' Azkaban."

The brat is a looker.. an' I'm sure that bounty has probably doubled in size..

Mortimus offers you a mischievous grin that you can't properly read through your butterbeer-induced haze and the low light.

"But.. I can tell ye need a shoulder t' cry on. Don't worry - Ol' Morty is here fer ye." He gets to his feet, offering you his hand to help you down from your stool.

"Jasper! The upstairs room free?"

Any of the Dark Witches

They scream and immediately attack you. 😂😂

Sorry.

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Can't believe I've already done seven of these. Thought this would be #4 or 5, had to go back and check. Anyway, this has been sitting in my inbox for a long time. Sorry! I've been in a bit of a f... a fu....I can't say it. I hate that word.